This is the first scene of a new TV episode I am writing (with help from LA writer Brendan Pollecutt), based on a play I did ages back at the Market Theatre. Its a comedy drama set in one of those uniquely South African 24-hour petrol station and rest stops somewhere between Colesburg and Cape Town.  The Golden…

The interweb

Someone was talking about the net not always being what it seems – sometimes the men are men, and the women are men, and children are often the FBI.

beyond #selfhelp

All these self-help books keep sharing how to “find yourself”.  Having achieved this by simply looking behind the couch (where I was snugly hidden) I am now reaching the conclusion that I was perhaps better off “lost”.  Of course the reversing of this option is a bit like trying to turn toast back into bread.


I’m convinced my ‘voice of reason’ is either mumbling or has a stutter – it would explain so many of the same bad choices I have made with such blinding conviction.  Then again, it might be that my voice of reason might be foreign, like Spanish or Mongolian, in which case I can hardly be blamed for…

Think on the happiness of this.

Fantastic new research from University of Rochester shows that extrinsic rewards (money, cars, stuff) basically makes us more depressed – it’s called “hedonic adaption”. The research quotes that those focused on the “American dream” are basically the most miserable of all. Happiness = hard, meaningful work on self and social bonds. Either that or poor…

Digest this.

I am in a quandary. The only thing I am sure of is that if someone offers me advice about “listening to your gut”, I will be tempted to remove my guts with a blunt spoon and ask them where exactly this other worldly knowledge is situated. My guts couldn’t decide to digest wheat, so…

Rant and Rave

The Rant: My exhausted avatars. It started, brilliantly and simply, with media engaging and including us.  I was excited.  We got to vote for our favourite idols, ‘like’ the most appealing videos on YouTube and Facebook, and feel immersively included in the media cosmos.  Concurrently with this media miracle, we could now be told how…


The lesson I have learnt from young children is: why be difficult when, with a little effort, you can be impossible.


All this talk about muscle memory, but you think your fat forgets?

Sunday blues

I don’t have a dog, which means for any kind of valid excuse i basically have to eat my own homework

more politics

Our minister of security’s wife is guilty of drug trafficking, I think the concept of “if you can dream it you can be it” got a little confused in politics 101. Yes, we have the best politicians money can buy. Oh, and by the way, wasn’t the Minister of Security living off the proceeds of…

if only.

I want employees that are like my beard. In the morning you wake up and the work is done